A poem I might have posted before, but have decided to post again.
Oceans apart, we stand too close together,
My hand in your hand; your hand on my heart.
I may have your wishes wrapped up in my mind,
But it wanders and I wonder and you wonder at that.
Sidling up to the seas in exaggerated effort,
With the questions at hand it’s too hard to discern–
Am I here to drown my sorrows in you
Or to drown us both in my sorrows?
In the morning I know what isn’t true;
At night I know so shakily what is.
And I ask myself another question:
Which is the bigger of two wrongs?
To break the promises I have and haven’t made,
Nip and kiss the lips of the loss,
Mix bitter and sweet for fairness,
Betray either side and be marked?
When over is done, will relief come–
Peace can shelter or shatter a girl.
When truth is told by the truthless,
Is it still truth?
Irony calls to the questioning mind,
With a smirk so familiar and contrived:
Rights that would have been wrongs three years past,
Oceans I swam without maps (my own volition)–
Still, by not choosing, I choose.
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